On Wednesday morning, I found out that my cousin had passed away. He choked to death in his sleep. I don't know the specifics, but it seems like he either was overly-inebriated or over-dosed. He was 27.
We were not especially close, but he is family and someone I knew from my earliest memories. I love him and miss him. Everyone does. Rest in peace, Jason. He left behind His parents, his sister, and his son Jayden. I am sorry you have to grow up without your daddy.
To sort of get my head into something else, I went to stay with my uncle (a different uncle from Jason's father) and went to my little cousin's 5th birthday party. For the most part, it made me feel better. There were still moments where I found myself crying, but I think it was better than it could have been.
I got to see my cousin Amanda and her new baby Cynthia, at the party. I love Amanda, and I hadn't seen her in a while. It was my first time seeing Cynthia, and she is just utterly adorable. Both of them brightened up this bleak time, for me.
I don't know how to end something like this so pardon this abrupt ending.
I give you my sympathies. Losing someone like that, no matter how close you are or are not, is a hard thing. Just find something to smile about.
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Holy shit on a shit sandwich.
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